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You're walking - my very likeness,
Dropping your eyes to the ground.
I also kept dropping them down!
A stranger, halt for a while.

Just read – holding bunch of poppies
And buttercups in your hand, -
That I was one time called Marina,
And this was exactly my age.

Don’t think, here’s a grave beneath you,
I’ll climb out of it with a threat ...
I also was fond of laughter
When laughter was out of place!

And blood kept rushing to cheekbones,
And hair was curling round ...
I also was living, a stranger!
A stranger, halt for a while!

Pluck up wild stalk for your pleasure,
Then pick up a berry ripe.
No berry is bigger and sweeter
Than wild strawberry of graveyard.

But do not keep standing gloomy,
Hanging your head to the breast.
Just casually think about me,
Just casually forget.

How nicely these sun rays light you!
You’re bathing in golden dust ...
And don’t ever get embarrassed
By my voice that comes out of ground.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
Another poem by Russian poetess Marina Tsvetaeva.

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Comments (2)

caroljoyce
Thanks Marika. Wish I could read it in the original.
cj
agoodguy2have
wow, Marina Tsvetaeva is some deep grounded poet(ess). she too liked to laugh, and easily welcome the ending. great stuff.
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